The Naturalists' Notebook

We disembarked at a deserted Aughton Park station on a damp and dreary day. The platforms are in a deep cutting, and the gothic atmosphere was enhanced by the cawing of Carrion Crows. We had some time to kill before arriving at Gorse Hill for their noon opening, so we did a detour around some of the well-tended front gardens in the streets off Long Lane. Our rewards included a Mimosa tree just coming into bloom and a beautiful early pink flower of Camellia.

On the MNA trip to Ellesmere on Saturday, one of the things that had drawn our attention was the male Yew trees, now covered with their little pollen sacs. There were more of them today.

We stopped to look at a Kestrel over the fields surrounding the pumping station. It always headed into the strong southerly south wind as it hovered, but it managed to hold position despite the blustery gusts. We arrived at Gorse Hill Nature Reserve just after it opened, and took the Cabin Wood trail, lined with clumps of Snowdrops.

We lunched at the picnic tables overlooking Seldon’s Pond. There are hanging bird feeders there, and we spotted fast-moving Blue Tits, Great Tits and Coal Tits but nothing more exotic. The pond was covered in green weed today, but it supports three species of Newts (Smooth, Palmate and Crested) as well as many dragonflies.  All along the trails are minibeast hotels and small mammal  habitats, made from waterproof “roofs” like carpet tiles, covered in twigs and branches.

We looked at the Wayfaring Tree Viburnum lantana, a rarity in Lancashire, although common enough further south. There is nothing to see on it at this time of year, it’s just bare twigs, but we plan to come again in May to see it flowering.  However, the first leaves of Hawthorn were sprouting by a sheltered hedge.

We headed home the easy way down Holly Lane and Gaw Hill Lane, admiring the displays of Hazel catkins in the hedgerows. We noticed that different trees develop at different rates. Some have young half-open catkins and no female flowers, while others have female flowers but spent catkins. Necessary for avoiding self-fertilisation, of course.

Next to the deep steps to the southbound train platform, the cutting is shored up by walls of wire cages (gabions) full of loose stone. Life finds a way even there, and we spotted a few pioneering shoots of Herb Robert.

Public transport details: Ormskirk train from Central at 10.17, arriving Aughton Park station at 10.45. Returned from Aughton Park station at 2.40, arriving Central 3.10.

We had planned to go to West Kirby, but after being awakened by hailstones hammering on my bedroom window, and fighting blustery showers on the way to the bus, I agreed with the others that we didn’t want to be blown off the beach into Liverpool Bay, so we headed for Bidston and Flaybrick instead.

We spent most of the morning wandering randomly in the sheltered woods at the corner of Upton and Boundary Roads, which are part of Bidston Nature reserve. The wood is mostly Birch and Scots Pine with an understory of Holly, Bracken and Bramble. It isn’t a remnant spot of natural ancient woodland, because one of the Hollies had yellow berries, meaning it was a planted modern variety. A pair of Blackbirds crossed our path and dived into a dense shrub: probably nest building in there. Many of the Birches were adorned with the bracket fungus Birch Polypore. The Holly leaf miner was disfiguring leaves in many places. One low shrub had some very early leaves breaking out, and we think it was Elder.

We arrived at Tam O’Shanter Urban farm not long before lunchtime. They have pigs, ponies, goats, sheep, alpacas, and several kinds of domestic fowl.

There were more birds there than in the woods, and they seemed quite relaxed around people. You expect that behaviour of the Robins, of course, and there was a pair hanging around the picnic tables. But we were surprised to see a Treecreeper right by us, inspecting a hole on a tree just over the fence.

On the open pastures we spotted about a dozen Redwings. They are usually distant and skittish birds, but here they were as relaxed as Magpies or Blackbirds.

As we crossed into Flaybrick Memorial Gardens the weather improved and the sun came out. We walked along a path we hadn’t taken before, called the “Founder’s Aisle”. It has the graves and memorials of many prominent Birkenhead worthies.

On the left a huge old Scots Pine had come down in the recent storms, and even after some clearing work, the trunk was was still propped up by a gravestone. It may have smashed several others as it came down.

In recent years the Friends have been clearing a lot of Ivy and undergrowth along that side, and we wondered if the Ivy had been holding up some of the old trees! Another effect of the tidying has been to let in more light, and a low spreading plant with heart-shaped leaves has taken advantage. It is Winter Heliotrope Petasites fragrans. The pink flowers are a welcome splash of colour in these dark months, but it is listed by DEFRA as an invasive non-native species: Luckily, only the male plants are found in Britain, so it can only spread by underground rhizomes.

One very early cherry tree was in delicate flower, probably a Cherry Plum Prunus cerasifera, one of the first European trees to flower in spring. Wikipedia says “often starting in mid-February”. This one is about a week earlier than that, and blooming amidst the debris of another fallen veteran tree.

We noted a couple of newly-planted young trees. One with a nursery label was Crataegus monogyna ‘Alboplena’, which will be a white double-flowered Hawthorn. Another was more of a puzzle because it had no label.  It was along the path where the Hollies were savagely pruned a few years ago but are now sprouting well. I think the garden managers are hoping to clip them into a neat row of conical pillars. This new tree fills a gap on one side of the path. The leaves are stiff and glossy like Holly, but the leaf-points are fewer and regularly spaced. Once again Google Images came to the rescue when I looked it up at home. I think it is a variety called ‘Nelly Stevens’, a hybrid between English and Chinese Holly. It is fast-growing, takes a natural pyramidal form and sets abundant red berries without the need for a male plant. Sounds ideal for its position.

Public transport details: Bus 437 from Sir Thomas Street at 10.05, arriving Upton Road / Boundary Road at 10.25. Returned on the 437 bus at 2.01 from the stop opposite the one we arrived at, in Liverpool at 2.24.

For my first Sunday walk of 2022 it was bright and dry, but quite cold. (I should have been out last week, but missed it because I hadn’t put it in my diary!) We decided to keep it simple and go to Birkenhead Park.

The lake had the usual Mallards, Canada Geese, Mute Swans, Coots and Moorhens, but also three Tufted Ducks, a male and two females. A sign on the railings urged people not to hand-feed or touch the waterfowl and if a dead bird was found, to tell the Visitors’ Centre or ring DEFRA. Sounds like bird flu control measures to me. Two or three weeks ago John saw two dead Mute Swans in Walton Hall Park and reported them. However the Swans here were fine, with two big cygnets feeding peacefully under a Weeping Willow.

There were plenty of Magpies, Wood Pigeons and Feral Pigeons looking out for free food, and also lots of cheeky Grey Squirrels. A Blackbird was almost submerged as it foraged in deep leaf litter in a flowerbed. They love rummaging under dead leaves, and happily throw them about if they can.

About 50 yards north of the Swiss Bridge we spotted a mystery. A branch shooting from the base of a scruffy lakeside tree bore a coating of woolly stuff like fungus or insect webs. The tree may have been a brown-barked Poplar or an Alder, it was hard to tell, but the woolly stuff was new to us. Anyone seen it before?

The sun came out and the gulls congregated at the top of a Monterey Cypress to catch the warmth.

Near the Rockery, high in a tree by the side of the lake, we came across our Corpse of the Day, a dead bird dangling like a gibbetted outlaw. You can just see some fishing line angling off to its left, so the poor creature seems to have been caught in discarded tackle. It’s hard to make out what it was, but it was Crow-sized, perhaps a Magpie.

There was a felled Beech at the eastern end of the lake. It wasn’t storm damage, it had been intentionally cut down. The stump was a good 4 feet in diameter, suggesting the tree was something like 150 years old, and it may have been one of the park’s original trees from 1847. Many of the cut sections had dark hearts, so it looks like it was diseased. The experts on the Facebook group “Trees of Britain and Ireland” suggest it might have had Brittle Cinder fungus Kretzschmaria deusta, which causes a soft rot and makes the tree dangerously likely to fall. Various bracket fungi were also suggested. Looks like a good decision by the park managers in any case.

There were vey few flowers about, just the winter-flowering Laurustinus and Gorse, with a few Daisies in the grass around the Visitors’ Centre. There wasn’t much tree activity yet, either, but one Hazel tree was putting on a good show of male catkins (yellow and dangly) and female flowers (smaller, with bright red stigmas sticking out.)

The deciduous trees like oak and beech didn’t fruit well last year, but the conifers seem to have done much better. There were lots of seed clusters on the Monterey Cypress, and a profusion of downward-hanging cones on the Brewer’s Spruce near the huge Town Gates.

Outside, we looked at a wonderfully ornate old building, erected in 1871. It was Britain’s first purpose-built College for Art and Science and became internationally famous as the Birkenhead College of Art. In 1993 it became the head office of Stanton Marine. We were perplexed by the words on the gates saying “British East India Company”, but it didn’t refer to the historic East India Company but a newer firm, formed in 2004, which took over Stanton Marine. The building is now called The John Laird Centre after the man who originally paid for it as a college.  

Public transport details: Bus 437 from Sir Thomas Street at 10.10, arriving Park Road North opp Newling Street at 10.25. Returned on bus 437 from Park Road North / Trinity Street at 1.25, arriving Liverpool at 1.35.

What a surprise! A clear, calm, dry day, and the sun even shone. Right off the bus, on the busy New Chester Road, I noticed that the severely trimmed Hawthorn hedge was full of lichen. Despite all the traffic, the air must be cleaner than expected.

All through Eastham woods there were trees down, the legacy of storms Arwen and Barra.  A superseded sign on the gate said “Attention keep out. Unsafe storm-damaged and windthrown trees ahead. Footpath closed for storm clear up works and your protection.” The gate was open, though, and most of the path blockages had been cleared.  Some trees had snapped clean off, while some had failed at ground level and the whole root-plate was upended.

At one spot, where an old poplar had fallen across a wall and the path, there was an interesting chainsaw cross-section of the multiple trunks and the stems of the Ivy.

All was quiet and still in the damp air.  We could hear the distant rumble of the New Chester Road behind us, the bell of Christ the King church striking 11 and a rugby coach shouting instructions to his young players. On the lawn by the Leverhulme Sports club were three Blackbirds, a Robin and a Song Thrush, all pecking about. One of the Blackbirds kept running at the thrush as if to see it off its territory.

The songbirds were all quiet and furtive, but we spotted plenty of Magpies and Wood Pigeons. One broken tree had a Wren clinging to it, and a Jay flew in to have a look at us.

We stopped to look at the remains of the massive old Beech tree. It was once Wirral’s tallest tree at 80 feet high, but it may have been down for 20 years, now. It has been left to rot and enrich the woods. There isn’t much of it left, but it supports lots of mosses and fungi. We were able to recognise and name Jelly Ear and Candlesnuff, and also admired this pretty one which we don’t know.

On the way back we spotted a little mouse darting around the “mouth” of the old tree, although it moved too fast to be photographed. Yet another gift from the old tree to the woodland community.

In sheltered areas some trees were still in leaf. Hazels and Sycamores still had some yellowing foliage, while the retained autumn leaves of the young Oaks and Beeches glowed when the sun caught them.

The Ranger’s office was closed so we had no special views of the birds on the feeders in the garden at the back. We sat at the picnic tables and thought there was a Redwing in the undergrowth, but couldn’t see it clearly. The tide was well out, leaving sandbanks in the river Mersey. There were a few gulls on them, and an Egret, but they were all too far out to identify. This is the view up the river south-eastwards, towards Helsby and Frodsham.

We walked northwards a bit along the Wirral Circular trail, as far as Job’s Ferry. A sign there says it is 2.5 miles to Port Sunlight station, so maybe we will try that one day. We were also looking for winter wildflowers, but all we found were one solitary Dandelion and a couple of Gorse bushes.

There will be no more Sunday group walks now until 23rd Jan, although I may be out and about in local parks, weather permitting, looking for signs of spring. Happy Christmas and New Year to all

Public transport details: Chester bus 1 from Sir Thomas Street at 10.12, arriving New Chester Road / opp Woodyear Road at 10.50.  Returned on the X1 from New Chester Road / Allport Road at 2.50. arriving Liverpool 3.20.

At last, a dry day, although it was cold, dark and overcast.

As always in Calderstones, it was the trees that drew our attention. Four or five were down, and there were many more broken branches, the results of last week’s Storm Arwen. There were more high winds yesterday, and Storm Barra is due on Tuesday! This broken Lawson’s Cypress had been growing through and around an iron fence so must have been weakened at that spot.

But most trees were still standing, of course. The largest we noted was this veteran Sweet Chestnut, while the smallest was a tiny Yew only a couple of inches tall, growing about three feet off the ground in a mossy angle of a Cherry tree.

We went to look at the Golden Rain tree, now leafless, but still with some papery seed cases hanging on, and we found some seeds for home planting.

Beneath it is a Hazel shrub, with lots of seed cases on the ground. Something had been breaking into them. According to my Hamlyn Guide to Tracks, Trails and Signs, broken Hazel shells with no gnawing marks around the edges are the work of Grey Squirrels, not mice or voles. No surprises there, as Grey Squirrels are ubiquitous in the park.

The Handkerchief tree near the English garden has fruited well this year and the ground beneath it is littered with its red-stalked nuts. Nothing seems to have been chewing them!

The usual park birds were puttering around. Gangs of Feral Pigeons, Wood Pigeons, Magpies, Crows and an alert Robin who had staked out our lunch spot. The lake had the usual urban water birds: Mallard, Coot, Moorhen, Canada Geese and Black-headed Gulls.  The best bird of the day was this Treecreeper, near the old greenhouse that used to house the Calder Stones.

Elsewhere, there were some cheering signs of spring. Catkins were forming on Hazel and the Silk Tassel Tree, a Forsythia had one flower out, while the winter-flowering Mahonia and Viburnum bodnantense were blooming. Under the trees the early shoots of Snowdrops were just showing through.

Although some trees have fruited well, according the Woodland Trust this has been a very poor year for acorns. There is a beautiful big Turkey Oak near the Allerton Road exit, and last autumn Margaret saw 8 or 10 Jays at a time gathering acorns from beneath it. Today there were no Jays, no acorns underfoot, and not even any empty acorn cups.

On the way back to the bus, in a garden in Ballantrae Road, I spotted this beautiful ornamental Maple in a garden. Not all the good trees are in the park!

Public transport details: Bus 86 from Elliot Street at 10.03, arriving Mather Avenue / Ballantrae Road at 10.30. Returned on 86A from Mather Avenue / Storedale Road at 1.47, arriving city centre at 2.15.

We haven’t been lucky with the weather this year, and to top it all, this week we had snow when it isn’t even December!  To be fair, it was only a light dusting of sleet in the aftermath of Storm Arwen, but it was really cold with it.  We had a long bus ride from Liverpool, almost an hour and a half through Crosby, Formby, Ainsdale and Southport, seeing several trees down along the way.

The sleet started as the bus passed through Birkdale and persisted for a couple of hours, later turning into an almost-freezing drizzle. We trudged to the Botanic Gardens, which was putting on its Christmas “Lavender Fayre”. The few stalls that were braving the weather did very poor business, I’m afraid, as very few locals wanted to come out while the sleet was dusting the paths and bare flowerbeds.

We headed straight to the nice warm Fernery for lunch.

They grow lovely ferns and many tropical plants in there, including “Christmas Cactus”, unseasonal orchids and this lovely thing, no idea what it is, whose flowers are only about an inch long.

Outside, a few hardy souls were walking their dogs while the Black-headed Gulls huddled miserably on the bridge railing.

Below the other bridge were the remains of a Mute Swan nest, with a sign from earlier in the year  asking visitors not to disturb it.

And then enough was enough, and we headed home.   

Public transport details: Bus 47 from Queen Square at 10.15, arriving Cambridge Road / Marshside Road at 11.40. Returned on the 47 from the opposite stop at 1.45, due in Liverpool about 3.15, although I was home earlier.

It was a very bright and sunny day, but with a chilly north wind. The last of the leaves of the street trees are coming down. Just outside Wallasey Grove Road station we spotted a Buzzard being mobbed by crows.  Then we walked down to the water, and northwards along the sea wall and King’s Parade towards New Brighton. That’s just off the northern edge of the North Wirral Coastal Park, which is an SSSI (Site of Special Scientific Interest) and a Ramsar site for wading birds.

The tide was coming in strongly, and the few remaining bits of beach started to disappear. South-westwards were views along to North Wales with a glimpse of Hilbre Island, while north-eastwards were the red cranes at Seaforth docks, leading northwards to Crosby beach.

Then the waves started to crash against the wall, throwing up spray and spume. There are broken cockleshells in abundance here, since both Herring Gulls and Crows have learned the trick of collecting live, closed cockles from the shore, flying in with them and dropping them on the concrete or paving stones to break them open. They have been doing it for years, and the walkway is crunchy underfoot with broken shells. Here’s one that fell on the parapet of the sea wall and broke open, but either the owner couldn’t find it there, or the onshore breeze was too strong for it to perch and retrieve it.

It was “bracing” to say the least, walking into the cold wind. It wasn’t much warmer in Marine Park where we had our lunch. So we popped into the Floral Hall where there was a Christmas Fair and craft sale but it was really just for a warm up. Then to the Marine Lake looking for birds. The whole Marine Lake has recently been turned into the “Wild Shore” water adventure park, and we feared that the waders which usually huddle there on the pontoons would be spooked. But there were a few – about a dozen Redshanks and four or five Turnstones, huddled together against the wind.

There was also one lonely Sanderling. This was the first time any of us had seen a Sanderling on its own, they are always in little groups and clans, pottering busily along the tideline. They seem to always be in motion anyway, but it was hard not to imagine this one was scurrying about because it was anxious and panicky to be alone. In fact it looks as if, like “Tit Willow”, it is about to throw itself, headlong, into the billowy wave!

Public transport details: New Brighton train from Central at 10.20, arriving Wallasey Grove Road at 10.40. Returned on the bus 433 from King’s Parade / Morrisons at 2.10, arriving Liverpool 2.40.

This morning we went to the Service of Remembrance at Liverpool Cathedral. In previous years the service has been held at the Cenotaph in Lime Street, but it’s still all blocked off with road works. The Cathedral site was a success, I think, and the event might stay there for the future. The dignitaries and military personnel were inside, while the rest of us stood outside, looking at a big screen. It was a lovely sunny day, with just a bit of a chilly wind. Before the service a Buzzard soared high overhead and when the gun went off, marking the two minutes’ silence, it startled the resident pair of Peregrines, which circled near the tower, observing the crowds below. We had no inkling of the serious incident outside the Women’s Hospital, although later in the day there was a police helicopter flying back and forth over the area.

We had lunch in St James’ Gardens, below the Cathedral. The sun-warmed stones were swarming with Harlequin ladybirds, looking for crevices to hibernate in. A Jay flew across the path. It has been a very poor year for acorns, says the Woodland Trust, so I don’t know how Jays will manage this winter.

We rummaged around the south end of the gardens looking for champion trees. There are only two here, and they haven’t been checked or recorded since 2004. One was supposed to be a Golden Ash, but we found no sign of it. There WAS an old gnarled Ash, but its remaining leaves were green, not yellow. In 2004 its girth was listed as 220 cm, and we measured this old tree at 260 cm, a plausible increase in 17 years. So has the champion Golden Ash been felled, or is this the actual tree which has reverted from gold to the more usual green?

The other was a rare thorn, the Dotted Hawthorn or White Haw Crataegus punctata. It is said to have light grey bark, a thorny trunk and 3-5 seeds in the haw. The champion tree in St James Gardens is the girth and height county champion of Lancashire, 141 cm girth in 2004, with an extra stem at 1.5 meters. We found a tree which looks possible. There were no thorns on the trunk, and it wasn’t particularly light in colour, but it was definitely some kind of hawthorn with multiple seeds in the fruit. We measured the girth, which was 159 cm, another plausible increase from 2004.

We walked back to the city centre via the small plantation of Dawn Redwoods at the junction of Upper Duke Street and Gt George’s Street, on the pavement opposite the Chinese Arch and the old church known as “The Blackie”. There are eleven of them, now with their needles turning rusty red and looking stunning.

Public transport details: We walked in and out of the city centre today

It was a bright sunny autumn day, but with a bitter north wind.

The lake had the expected Canada Geese, Mallards, Black-headed gulls, a few Herring gulls, Coots, Moorhens, a pair of Mute Swans and, to our surprise, a single Little Grebe. We have never seen one here before, so they appear to be increasing in Liverpool.

On the path around the lake we found this bivalve shell, quite a big one. There are several common species of freshwater mussel which grow to that size and live in lakes and ponds. I think it was probably the Duck Mussel Anodonta anatina, but it might have been the Swan Mussel Anodonta cygnea. Both are long-lived, sometimes to over 100 years.

There is a plantation of new young native trees west of lake, extending the existing woody margins: Oak, Rowan, Hazel, Birch, Spindle, Field Maple and Cherry. Some of the older trees are being felled, and nowadays they leave the cut trunks to rot down. We weren’t on the look-out for any champion trees today, assuming there weren’t any, but I should have checked. There is just one in the park, a Broad-leaved Whitebeam Sorbus latifolia, also known as the Service Tree of Fontainbleau. It’s the height county champion of Lancashire at 16 m, last measured 2004. It’s said to be “S, one of several in N boundary strip by houses”. If that’s the south side of Gardener’s Drive, we probably walked right past it!

After lunch we walked along the woodland strip between the eastern edge of the park and the railway line. It is supposed to be a nature area, and there are plenty of Hawthorn and Hazel along the path, but among the trees there were no birds, just lots of litter and empty beer cans. The big field had lots of remains of fireworks, big boxes that had held 30 or 36 tubes of things with names like Crack of Doom. After setting them off, the revellers had just dumped them. Yet more festive dumping  was in evidence, with little heaps of pumpkin skins scattered amongst the trees. It seems to be an urban myth that the birds and squirrels will like them, but we saw no wildlife activity near them at all, not even the unfussy Pigeons or Magpies.

The diagonal path across the big field has some newish young ornamental trees lining it. We noticed that one with orangey-grey bark had been marked on its support post with the watering dates in summer 2020. Was that a special tree or had the man with the council bowser watered them all and noted it once? Probably. There were no leaves left to identify the tree, but it might have been a Tibetan Cherry, or some kind of ornamental birch.

The park redeemed itself as we were leaving, with a pair of Jays near the rose garden, rootling in the leaf litter, and nowhere near any of the old pumpkins!

Public transport details: Bus 13 from Queen Square at 10.25, arriving West Derby Road / Dorset Road at 10.40. Returned on bus 12 from West Derby Road / New Road at 1.40, arriving Queen Square at 1.55. 

Oh heck, another wet and soaking day! It started well enough, mild and sunny at the south end of Sefton Park lake. The trees were on the turn and the usual birds were there, although not in great numbers – Mute Swans, Canada Geese, Mallards, Coots, Moorhen, Black-headed Gulls and a scattering of Little Grebes and Tufted Duck.  We climbed up the bank to look at the large green Cedar that Richie the Ranger thinks is a Cedar of Lebanon and I think is more likely to be a green-form Atlas Cedar.

We wanted to look at the cones to see if they had a dimple in the top, which is diagnostic of an Atlas Cedar, but it is very hard to get a view of a cone from above, and they very rarely fall. The clincher were the little fallen sausages on the path beneath. I have never thought about cedars having male flowers or catkins, but that must be what they were. Mitchell says the male flowers of the Atlas Cedar are pink-yellow, 4cm and curved, while those of the Lebanon are pale grey-green, 5cm, and erect. They look like Atlas Cedar male flowers to me.

I had a list of some of the champion trees of the park, several well-known to us already, but none have photos on the TROBI database. The plan was to “bag” some.  The first was the girth champion Narrow-leaved Ash ‘Raywood’ Fraxinus angustifolia with its lovely gold-and-purple autumn foliage.

Then the Hybrid weeping willow Salix x sepulcralis ‘Salamonii’ which is has strikingly orangey-brown bare twigs in mid winter, but still beautiful in its autumn leaves.

Then the Lancashire girth and height champion Black Walnut Juglans nigra opposite the bandstand.

Listed as “remarkable” is this Cut-leaved Beech Fagus sylvatica ‘Asplenifolia’ on the bandstand island and sweeping down to the water.

We could hear the Ring-necked Parakeets screeching and occasionally glimpsed them in flight.  On one of the corners near the Oasis café was a very red-leaved tree with an amazing mixture of fallen leaves on the ground beneath. Could they all be from one tree? Some kind of oak? We rootled around in the shrubbery beneath it but could only find one trunk bearing those bright red leaves. There were no acorns, either, to identify the species. I think it must have been a Red Oak. Mitchell says “leaf very variable in size and lobing”, so that must be it.

After lunch we headed north looking for another rare tree which I have never seen before. The Golden Ash Fraxinus excelsior ‘Jaspidea’ is a variety of the normal Ash, and looks the same for most of the year, but in autumn it turns a uniform yellow all over. The listing said “west side of stream in west valley, above upper bridge”, so we walked north from the café, keeping to the left of the stream. This is Kingfisher territory, and to our delight, one flashed past us but was soon lost in the reeds.  And there was the Golden Ash, leaning over the path, its yellow leaves contrasting nicely with the dark Scots Pines planted near it.

On the way back we looked over the big field towards the obelisk, and were amazed to see a circle of birds all scattered around a fellow sitting on the ground. They were Gulls and Crows, all sitting still and calm and many were looking away from the man in the middle. Was he feeding them, was he talking to them, a bird whisperer? It was very strange.

Then the heavens opened and it was a long wet walk back to Aigburth Vale for the bus.

Public transport details: Bus 82 from Elliot Street at 9.55, arriving Aigburth Road / Ashbourne road at 10.15. Returned on the 60 bus from Aigburth Vale at 2.35.